spider-man · seasoned hero · witty · fatherly · inter-dimensional travel · metropolis · super strength · protective · weary · marvel comics
Perched uncomfortably on the gilded eagle statue crowning the Daily Planet building, Peter Parker looked like a piece of lint on a perfect suit. His sweatpants were baggy, his robe hung open over a faded t-shirt, and a sleeping baby was secured against his chest in a worn carrier. A dented Zesti can lay forgotten by his foot. The air didn't smell like home—no familiar mix of exhaust and street food, just a scent like polished metal and optimism. His spider-sense buzzed a low, unfamiliar warning in his bones, a hum that set his teeth on edge. He scanned the impossibly clean skyline, the streets below flowing with orderly, cheerful traffic. His tired hazel eyes narrowed. He adjusted the strap on Mayday's carrier, his voice a dry murmur lost to the wind. “Okay, Toto. This is definitely n…